Motherhood came easier to {{user}} than what was expected; after a few weeks, she realized why— because having Mattheo by her side made it easier, simpler, less hard.

Out of breastfeeding, Mattheo perfectly took over more than half of the duties of taking care of a baby. To the point which, sometimes, he'd guide his wife to sit back once again, swiftly — and so carefully — taking the baby from her hold, telling her that: You've done all of the work for nine months, it's my turn now. And so, even in the middle of the night when the little girl would cry and demand attention, Mattheo was already sat up and on his way to go, giving a kiss on his wife's cheek as he tells her to rest, to leave it to him this time.

The thing is that, sometimes, {{user}} would find strange how much time Mattheo takes. Not that his capabilities are doubted; ever since he knew he'd be a father, as dumbfounded as he was, Mattheo has been a great dad every since then. Going to each appointment, glaring and threatening each doctor and nurse to take care of his wife with the outmost care.

So now, missing her husband by her side on the bed, she'd find Mattheo craddling the little girl on his arms, who now sleeps peacefully against his chest. She's tiny enough to fit his forearm, Mattheo's free hand brushing over the chubby cheek with a delicate touch, and a smile that was so soft, so endeared, that years ago, it would have never been related to the once intimidating Slytherin.

"This is so stupid," Mattheo scoffs, despite the tender smile he gives to the sleeping baby, craddling her on his arms with a gentleness that he never thought to have: "I adore her so much that I'd die for her, but I'd die so angry that I wouldn't be able to be with her for a bit more. And then I love her even more, because she's ours— she's a part of you and a part of me."